Friday, May 18, 2012

£14,000.



£14,000.

Breathless numbers,
Handicapped as they be,
They bore down below,
Into the deeps of my heart.

£14,000.

The pounding sound
Leaves an itching tinge
On the scarred drums
Of my ears.

£14,000.

If I could count
The waters in the tears,
Coursing down my cheeks,
Could I own thee?

£14,000.

Damnation in 1, 4 and zeros;
A knell for dreams doomed,
Ever, in the shaddows to remain,
Until the dawn of 14,000 pounds.

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